(Leon)
Leon stepped out of the bathroom with frizzy hair and a brown towel round his waist. A set of freshly washed clothes rested in his arms, the same ones he had worn during their mission involving Adam. The fabric felt wet and cold against his skin. He inspected it thoroughly and was disheartened to see that he wasn't able to fully remove the blood stains. No matter how much he scrubbed, the marks remained, albeit much fainter than before.
Leon set aside the wet clothes and began to dress himself. He opened up his wardrobe and spilled into a pair of boxers before putting on his favorite faded yellow shorts. He wore a simple white shirt over it and checked himself in the mirror.
There came a knock on the door. "Yeah?" Leon answered.
"Hey." Came Sheila's voice, "Are you done changing?" she asked.
"Ohh yeah, I'm done." Said Leon as he quickly combed his hair with his fingers.
"Okay, I'm coming in." she notified before opened the door and stepping through.